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Silent Sunday

view from Eggardon Hill, Dorset

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Silent Sunday in West Dorset

west dorset, cows

The farm on which my Dad grew up, no wonder he talked so fondly of it, what views!

barrowlands farm

Cliffs and Bluebells

Continuing our bluebell walk in West Dorset

we decided not to walk up to Thorncombe Beacon, but could see others enjoying the view
thorncombe beacon

a perfect day for a paraglide

dorset cliffs

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We climbed the hill and over the stile

stile

to see yet more spectacular views to the East towards Portlandview of Portland

and as we turned inland, Westerly views towards Devon

towards Devon

(Click on the link for other  good walking routes along the coast path.)

We took time to smell the blossom in the hedgerow, I think this is a wild plum

wild plum blossom

we must return in September to find out.

Through the gate, with a look over our shoulders at that glorious scene, saying farewell to the sea we continue

gateway, path, coast

onward through more bluebell woods

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to marvel at the way the light plays through the trees,

joining Cee’s Flower of the Day

and no matter how often I see it, my heart never fails to skip and dance when, standing in deep shade,  and spying a shaft of sunlight bathing a patch of bells in silver lightbluebells in sunlight

Magic all around us

A time to stop and breathe and notice how all the senses are tingling with pure joy, blessings counted, smiles exchanged between friends and for at least the hundredth time we say how lucky we are to live here……

 

Walking in West Dorset

sunken lane, DorsetMy friend P and I went for a wonderful walk in West Dorset on Wednesday.

We drove through pouring rain to get to this magical land of pixies, fairies and dragons.

Dorset sunken lane

The sun came out to greet us

pixie portal, carvingand light up portals into other worlds

…… and the incantations of fellow questers.rock carving

We were heading for yonder knoll ( Colmer’s Hill)

to commune with the seven pines,

Colmers Hillenjoy the view

to the sea and the Isle of Portlandview of Portland, Dorset coastand marvel at the sky.

Then down into the village of Symondsbury, nestling at its feet

Symmondsbury

past ancient farmhouses, (joining in with Norm’s Thursday Doors)

old farmhouse, Symmondsburyand the wonderful sound of children playing on their lunch break in the local schoolvillage school

… then into the newly opened Symondsbury Kitchen for a warming lunch and a view of Colmer’s Hill from the windows.

A magical morning.

Joining in with Cee’s ‘Which Way’ challenge.

November walk

I met up with some old school friends for a nostalgic wander down memory lane, a walk in the wilds of West Dorset and a delicious pub lunch at The Three Horseshoes, Powerstock.

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we came across some acorn artp8 p9 p10

a voluptuous oak tree

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deep wooded valleysp4

and walked a disused railway line

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the smell of autumn in the air

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West Dorset has a feeling of the land that time forgot and it is where my paternal ancestors come from. I most probably share DNA with the Iron Age inhabitants of the nearby Pilsdon Pen – a cosy, rooted feeling.p2at the end of the walk the sun tried to squeeze through

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Bliss. . . .